Now, I’m not one for reading women authors out of solidarity, I mean if a woman can write that’s great, if she can’t well she should hang up her pen and stop banking that the chick-lit fad will last forever. But this little handy dandy tome, just the right size to fit on the back of a toilet tank, does an exemplary job of dredging up authors and anecdotes, both obscure and famous, whose singular trait is their lack of penis. I will admit, I was nicely surprised when I got this edition, that there were more authors in this book that i HADN’T heard of than had. (hmm that sentence doesn’t lay right, whatever.) I am pointing out this nice little volume, because the publisher has since reissued it:

Hell they did more than that, they dressed it up and took it to a masquerade ball. Conari retitled it to cross merchandize it with their better selling “Wild Women” series. But they DID have the good sense to add more text- but perhaps not enough to justify the double dip. I recommend buying the 1st edition, which can be found for well under a buck and then if you like that one, upgrade. It works out just fine if you have 2 loos in the house.